Chapter 64

I quietly said as I looked into his intense eyes.

‘Really, your strange tastes are all because of me.’”

+ Interest

Rio Rem closed his mouth.

Of course, he couldn’t deny it.

Spying on his master and desiring him had long been taboo for him.

The unresolved, accumulated desire seemed to have twisted and distorted itself into his body as he grew into adulthood.

I finished writing my surname and said.

‘Your peculiar walls seem to be all my doing, so it wouldn’t be strange to say that you, who are tormented by such desires, are also mine.’

I finished writing the last letter and put down the pen.

Riorem’s left palm was stained with ink mixed with sweat.

However, the letters ‘Cherne a Antonietta del Peroa’ remained clearly visible on his skin, even though they were smudged and blurred.

Like the years when I always looked at you, then lived without seeing you for a while, and finally locked you away in your own bedroom.

I smiled gently.

‘So your body should have my signature on it.’

The glass pen, dipped in ink, touched his wrist.

A graceful signature was drawn on the pulsating vein.

His thick, firm fingertips twitched, as if it were itchy.

The name and signature, written in my handwriting, continued from Riorem’s left wrist to his palm.

Riorem’s gaze as he looked down at it seemed calm at first glance.

But the penis he had forced out of his body emitted a black heat and dripped thin semen.

The veins that protruded along the long shaft from the root to the glans twitched violently.

After memorising all the letters, Riorem asked.

‘Is that all the punishment?’

‘Yes. But if you cut that ribbon, I’ll give you one more.’

‘May I ask what the punishment is?’

‘Well, how about I try to stop you from putting it in?’

At those words, Riorem cautiously moved his hand.

His long fingers untied the ribbon tied to his wrist.

With a pop, the blue ribbon burst open.

Red marks remained on his wrist and arm, which had been tightly bound by the ribbon.

Perhaps it was because he had been suppressing his strength all along, or perhaps it was because of his pale skin, but the contrast was even more striking.

Rio slowly brought his left hand to his face.

The ink, still wet, dripped down his wrist.

Nevertheless, my name and signature remained on his body.

At that moment, his erect penis ejaculated.

The thick, swollen testicles, filled with

poured over my hair and face.

Riorem slowly turned his head.

Despite having suppressed his feelings all this time, he let out a short groan upon seeing my filthy appearance.

A low, rough voice whispered as if boiling up from hell.

‘…Come here.’

His voice was strained, as if he didn’t know what he might do if I didn’t come to him.

I smiled and got up.

As soon as I climbed onto the sofa, a hot arm wrapped around me.

Now, the desire that had been distorted and twisted for so long would pour out onto me.

Anticipating it, I sat down on Riorem’s thigh.

The corridor of the royal palace.

An angry man was stomping his feet on the marble floor as he walked

towards me.

Today, too, the man’s request had been denied.

No, now even making the request was forbidden.

The reasonable request to have the spoils that Riorem Belik had seized without permission returned to him.

‘You bastard.’

A bastard with an unusually good fortune.

A bastard who was abandoned in front of the temple and received an education despite being a slave.

A bastard who was so handsome that even a woman who had only ever seen beautiful things in her life was interested in him.

A bastard who, thanks to the right circumstances, rose from being a slave mercenary to become a general of a country.

A bastard who managed to get the king’s permission for the loot he had stolen by dishonest means…

‘Aaah!’

Alfeios screamed and kicked the wall.

Those who had been watching quietly moved away from him. It wasn’t something that happened every day,

just something that had become particularly severe lately.

As Alfeios continued to cause a commotion in the silence or indifference of everyone around him,

someone approached from behind him.

Alfeios turned to face the person.

A servant with such a vague appearance that one couldn’t remember his face unless one consciously focused on it

quietly handed him something.

It was a small card.

Alpheios stared at it blankly for a moment before snatching it away.

His red eyes gazed down at the pattern engraved on the paper.

It was the emblem of the Serpantov royal family.

It was unfortunate for those who wanted me to stay quietly in my bedroom, but the

situation continued to unfold rapidly.

In the end, Riorem’s plan to prevent me from meeting other men became difficult to carry out.

Today, I finished getting dressed with the help of the maids.

In truth, there was nothing special about it.

I simply combed my hair and chose a dress that was comfortable to move in yet not too plain.

There was no need to look good for someone I didn’t care about, and it was better for both of us if I didn’t.

I headed to the study on the first floor.

Our meetings had become quite regular, but the parlor was not a suitable place to store documents, so we had to change the meeting place.

‘Even if it weren’t for the document storage issue, that room was the best choice.’

There were several knights, including Paletion Danos, standing in front of the study door.

I greeted them casually, as I was now quite familiar with them, and stepped inside.

Before entering completely, I glanced at the secret passage that Teumes had told me about.

That was the main reason why this study was used as a meeting room.

In case of an emergency, we all had to escape together.

The people here were important in many ways.

In the depths of the study, the crown prince and Teumesha were looking at the map with dying expressions on their faces.

I made a light-hearted joke to them.

‘Is this the right place for me to be? For a princess who has been waiting to get married, this seems like too difficult a topic.’

Teumesha raised her eyebrows at my words.

It was because my status had become too complicated to joke around like I used to.

My status had become too complicated to tease him casually as I used to.

I sat down and looked at the map they were looking at.

Compared to when the map was drawn, more land had been lost, and the newly drawn border had shifted significantly from its original position.

Seeing one of the markers on the red line, I couldn’t help but snort.

‘Of all places, the area under Alpheios’ command is the most critical.’

It was the very location Alpheios had reported as showing unusual movement of imperial forces.

That place was precisely where the new front line was likely to converge.

The crown prince narrowed his eyes, seemingly sharing my thoughts.

‘Indeed. It is the region that arrogant man abandoned.’

A look of disgust appeared on the crown prince’s face as he said this.

Alpheios had been sent to the front lines as punishment for injuring Riorem during a regular meeting in the past.

There, he fought sporadic battles, but when the situation became dire, he returned to the royal palace to request additional troops.

A typical commander would have immediately returned to the perilous front lines upon receiving new troops.

However, after learning that I was living as a slave by Riorem’s side, Alpheios remained at the royal palace. He disregarded the order to deploy and brazenly used his illness as an excuse.

A person with common sense would have returned for the sake of social decorum, but Alpheios was not the type to care about such things.

Perhaps because of his notoriety and consistent eccentric behaviour, until now, few people had taken issue with his behaviour.

However, the situation changed.

As the front lines began to collapse, harsh glances were directed at the reckless prince.

Even worse, people began to say, ‘If Prince Alpheios does not go to battle, shouldn’t someone else be sent instead?’

Some even went so far as to say, ‘If Prince Alpheios doesn’t go to war, shouldn’t we send someone else?’

And there was one person who was perfect for such a mission.

That person was…

Z.

D.

Teumesas, who had been silent, spoke up.

‘I’m sure a sword will fly at him as soon as he arrives on the battlefield.

Not from the front, but from behind.’

The lieutenant who couldn’t find a superior officer more capable than Riorem.

The crown prince who had barely managed to make Riorem his ally.

And regardless of the truth, the lover who had abandoned the country and remained by Riorem’s side—

the three of us were staring at the map in this room for that very reason.

Because the moment Riorem set out, it was obvious that Alpheios would try to eliminate him.

Moreover, lately, he had been unusually quiet.

He hadn’t come to see me or sent me gifts,

and he had stopped acting like a child toward the king.

It was a suspicious situation to anyone who saw it.